Disclaimer: Don't own it.

A/N: Thanks to all of you for reviewing! For those of you concerned about the timeline. Let's put it this way: Lorelai was a teenager in the mid-late 90s, she's a college student in present time, she's an adult in the future. That work for everybody? I'll be writing from that perspective from here on out, so hopefully that will make it easier to understand. For those of you worried about who Alex is and where Luke is, stop worrying. I promise, you'll enjoy the story. Just keep reading it!

Lorelai's 22nd Birthday (A/N: I'm not sure when her birthday is, so I'm making it in January).

Lorelai smiled in her sleep as she smelled the fresh aroma of coffee. Perfect coffee. She could feel the goodness of it even underneath the covers. She sighed in contentment, pulling the down comforter up higher across her bare shoulders. She could smell the coffee coming closer to her, and she reached out her hand. Instead of the coffee mug she'd expected, she felt something bigger and cooler. She opened her eyes to see a large travel sized coffee mug decorated with pictures of The Bangles. She laughed and brought it closer to her.

"The Bangles and coffee! Oh, Wow!" She squealed. "This is like better than Pop-tarts." Lorelai smiled and took a sip.

"You're better than Pop-tarts," a deep voice replied. Lorelai giggled.

"You don't even like Pop-tarts, you crazy man," she said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Hey, give me a bit of a break. I'm just trying to be romantic."

Lorelai laughed, "You, my dear, are always trying to be romantic." Alex laughed and gave her a wrapped box.

"This is for you. You have to open it now because I took the entire day off work."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Lorelai asked as she looked at the paper. "Christmas paper? It's January." Alex shrugged and she laughed, tearing the paper off. She smiled. "Super Mario Kart… You are my hero, you know?"

"I hope it's better than Pop-tarts," Alex smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She smiled up at him.

"For some reason, every time I'm with you everything is better than Pop-tarts." Alex smiled at her.

Lorelai jumped out of bed. "C'mon, I'm gonna whoop your ass!" Alex laughed and ran after her. He gasped as Lorelai spilled a drop of her coffee on the floor.

Lorelai looked at him and pouted. He could see tears forming in her eyes. "My coffee," she pouted some more. He looked at her like she was crazy. Then she grinned and plopped down in her bean bag chair and put the game in. "I'm gonna eat you for dinner, fool." She said. He laughed and they went at it for over five hours, and in the end, Lorelai beat him bad.

February 13

Lorelai grabbed her books and shuffled them to one hand, holding her coffee in the other and trying, and failing, to open the door to the hallway. Class had just ended and it was already early afternoon. Lorelai had more homework than she knew what to do with. Well, actually, she had a whole day and a half to do it, but she wanted to crank it all out tonight because she knew tomorrow was going to be busy. Valentines Day at Yale was always busy. Girls would dress up in hot pink and go around the halls throwing out kisses (both the chocolate kind and the real kind) and the men would go pick up flowers from a florist and pass them out to random girls, trying to convince each girl that he had picked up the flower specifically for her. Some of them would land the girl for the night, but most of them would just end up $12.95 poorer.

She hurried out of the room, thinking about the next day. She and Alex had been dating for two months and she could feel herself falling for him deeper and deeper with each passing day. It was amazing to her how she could know someone for years and not fall for him at all, and then as soon as he starts making an effort to have a romantic relationship with her, she was suddenly head over heels. She knew she couldn't deny it any longer. She loved Alex. More than she'd loved anyone before, but she needed time. The great thing about Alex was that he knew that, and he was willing to give her as much time as she needed.

She felt her books disappear from her arms and she snapped out of her dream state. She looked over to the position where they'd seemed to go and smiled when she saw a black leather jacket. She looked up and smiled at Alex. He smiled back at her, "You looked like you were about to spill your coffee, and we can't have that. Can we?"

She smiled. "No, the whole school would have to be put on lock-down. We'd have to call in troops and inform the President. A code red would be enforced. Planes wouldn't be allowed to leave the ground. It would be quite the debacle." Alex nodded knowingly. "You must be a hero, saving all of the trouble like that. However can I repay you?"

Alex smiled at her, "Well, there is one way."

"Oh?" Lorelai looked up at him. She could feel the angel on her one shoulder battling the demon on the other. C'mon Lorelai, you know you can't give up this easily. Guard your heart. Be careful Don't give out your love this easy or you'll get hurt, the angel's words were echoing in her head. But the demon's were quite persuasive as well. Lorelai, what's one kiss? What's one quick mercy jump? It feels so good, you know… Tell him you love him, get it over with. Be vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Lorelai shook her head as if to shake away her two "friends."

"I said, if it's okay with you, I'd like to take you out tonight instead of tomorrow. There's this really great restaurant downtown that I tried to reserve weeks ago but couldn't get. The restaurant called me earlier and said they had an opening for tonight, if you'd like to go."

Lorelai smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Alex looked over at her and squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry. I don't plan on letting you out of my sight much tomorrow either." Lorelai smiled and leaned against the door to her dorm room. "Thanks for helping me with my books." Alex nodded and opened the door for her and handed over her books, waiting until she'd set her coffee cup down. Lorelai shut the door behind her, and walked into her room and flicked on the lights. She gasped when she saw the scene in front of her. Rose petals were spread over her bed, over the floor, and in every nook and cranny possible. All over her mirror were post-it notes with handwritten I love you's and You're beautiful's. She walked over to them, smiling as she read them. It was then that she noticed the note on her desk. She opened the envelope and smiled, reading it silently. She leaned against the wall and sighed in content. She had finally found him, the man of her dreams.

A random spring afternoon

Lorelai sighed and laid back against the tree, her legs curled up under her and her eyes concentrating on the words that graced the page. She was so glad that winter had passed and that it was time to sit and just enjoy the warm air, the blue skies, and the feeling of reading outside in the sun. One of her professors had told her that the mind retains more information when it's stimulated by natural sunlight, and Lorelai had took his odd fact to heart and since then, she'd read outside more often than not. She loved curling up outside with a book. Sometimes it seemed as if nothing could distract her from the book in front of her. Except, of course, her cell phone, which was ringing. Lorelai glanced down at it and saw the three-letter word in the caller ID: Mom.

She looked at it for a moment and then pressed the side button, sending the call straight to her voice machine. She couldn't be disturbed right this minute. Elizabeth had just met Mr. Darcy for the first time, and she'd always thought it was the most classy and eventful part of the novel. As she read through Pride and Prejudice, she couldn't help but imagine the long, flowing, colorful dresses, the quick waltz, the coattails that all the men were accustomed to, the bright smiles and beautiful music of a waltz from the time period. Sometimes Lorelai wished that she wasn't living in the era she was living in now, but rather, that she was living hundreds of years ago, being held by a man whom she loved while she danced in a beautiful dress and stayed at home every night taking care of babies.

"Watch out!" Lorelai heard as a frisbee whizzed just over her head and hit the tree behind her. She laughed and set her book down on her thigh and grabbed the Frisbee from off the ground and flicked it back at the underclassmen who were throwing it around on the grass. She smiled as they looked at her and went back to her book, knowing full-well that they were probably still staring. She smiled to herself as she read and then thought how ridiculous she must look, smiling for no reason. Of course there was a reason. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. That's what she would say if anyone asked her. She wouldn't say that she was smiling because some immature underclassmen at Yale were checking her out.

Not seeing the shadow overcome the edge of her book, she gasped as another Frisbee landed in her lap. She looked up at the underclassmen playing on the grass, but she noticed quickly they hadn't even stopped. She wasn't holding their Frisbee in her lap. She picked it up in her hands and studied it. It was a soft yellow color, and would have had the perfect shape of a smiley had someone not taken a black sharpie to it. She smiled as she saw her name scribbled on the edge of it. She turned it around and around as she read it, smiling the entire time. Maybe she didn't want to live in the fairy-tale time of her imagination. She doubted they had Frisbees back then. And if they'd had Frisbees, she was almost certain they hadn't had sharpies.

She smiled and continued reading: Elizabeth, The skies are a perfect blue, the birds are chirping, the forecast is clear, the sun is shining and warm against your skin. But the skies aren't nearly as perfect a blue as your eyes, the birds aren't singing a song as pretty as the one that escapes your lips, and no sun can shine as brightly as you do. I'll let you keep reading, my dear, but I want my Frisbee back. I'll meet you at The Coffee Pub at seven tonight. Until then, I will think only of you. –Darcy.

She smiled and looked around, but by the time she'd finished he'd already disappeared from her sight. She looked down at the Frisbee and traced over the written words with her fingers. He really was her Darcy. He wasn't quite as obnoxious as Darcy was, mind you, but just as delightful. Anyone that would write a love letter to her on a Frisbee had to be at least somewhat delightful, didn't he? She smiled and picked up her book, willing herself to read more of it. She flipped a few chapters ahead to the part she'd memorized so well in the book and smiled as she saw the similarities. She traced over the words on the page. I believe I thought only of you. She smiled and bit her lip slightly. What could be better than this?